Best Artyellow Poems
I am a yellow crayon inside a crayon box
I have no hands and no feet
But if you like to color
I know you and I will soon meet
I’m not used as much as red
Or maybe even green
But I’m always lurking somewhere
In every picture you’ve seen
I am the color of the sun
On a bright summer day
I bring light to the world
And make the darkness go away
I am the color of a canary bird
Flying through the air
With its wings spread wide
It can go anywhere
I am the color of daisies
That you pass by on the street
Children pick them for their mom’s
They make a lovely treat
And I am the color of hope
I’m there when people get down
Just one look at me
And I’ll get rid of your frown
So you see
I’m everywhere you look
I’m in the picture on your wall
I’m in a child’s coloring book
So if you would like to meet me
And have a little chat
Just open up the box
I’m the yellow crayon in the back
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Ah the sundress that I once owned
Bright yellow with pink roses adorned
It brought such pleasure to my heart
When I wore it and it set me apart
A very special memory it holds
Among its bright yellow folds
Its neck designed with tiny rose blooms
And a dash of an alluring perfume
I set out for a summer ball
With a dainty lace shawl
And there this dress played its lure
For I attracted my man for sure
Since then the dress has this magic pure
Used for every situation unsure
Kept among tissue and a lot of love
For my gals when they’ll be party doves
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s ‘Sundress’ contest.
The yellow beaked vultures were waiting.
A cloth bag contains the bleached
remains; his father.
Impeccable gift unmasked.
After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives
the dispossession, pondering over the black dew
now covering the pink roses.
The illusion persists. Master is coming home.
jug was empty. A miracle will start
the kitchen. An infant cries in the backyard.
The windows were sleeping. Let the sun
stand outside. A yellow moon at night will
open the door.
Satish Verma
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